Love

Although

I speak in tongues of men and angels

I'm just soundin' brass and tinklin' cymbals

Without love



Love suffers long, love is kind

Enduring all things, hopin' all things

Love has no evil in mind



If I had the gift of prophecy an' all the knowledge

An' the faith to move the mountains

Even if I understood all of the mysteries

An' I didn't have love, I'd be nothing



Love never looks for love

Love's not puffed up or envious or touchy

Because it rejoices in the truth not in iniquity

Love sees like a child sees



As a child, I spoke as a child

I thought an' I understood as a child

But when I became a woman I put away childish things

An' began to see through a glass darkly



Where, as a child, I saw it face to face

Now, I only know it in part, in part

Fractions in me of faith an' hope an' love

And of these great three, love's the greatest beauty



Love, love, love